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sinthearchitect: ask-kirby-sans: randomslasher: lilpunkinp: starjeweled-alpenglow: artbymoga: curlicuecal: joulssance: i love one (1) disaster wizard It’s a good metaphor tho, because the situation is never going to get better if you don’t eventually pull the door. And afterwards, no matter what the damage was, you’ll have a working cabinet, whatever plates you could salvage, and a place to start putting new plates. Reblogging for that comment ^ Hats off for negative jokes turned to wholesome posts So this was me for a long time. Afraid to open the door, certain that all that I was would crash and break. That I could never be repaired. But I opened the door. And what fell out and crashed to the ground was not me. They weren’t my dishes. They were other people’s dishes. Put inside we without my permission, when I was too young to know that I could not hold them all. I opened the door, and I’m still here. It turns out, I’m not that fragile. Oh damn it got better THANK YOU TWO FOR MAKING OUR LIVES A LITTLE BETTER “You have to be vulnerable enough to know that once you burn certain bridges, you can’t expect the other person to build you a boat back. It takes work but your recovery journey is your own and you take mental dis-ease into a strength and accept your power to overcome.” - Therapist’s decree summarized Like all things handled with care and a touch of time, if you open the doors slowly and perhaphs with the assistance of a few trusted frens, the damage won’t be so bad.(bc seriously this very thing happened to our cupboard.) -- source link